The Land of the Earth

At this time, the vast land of the Mortal Continent, which once gave birth to countless legends and hopes, was being ruthlessly ravaged by a sudden and world-destroying disaster.

At this time, the power of dreams slowly disappeared. It was a mysterious energy that seemed to have existed since the beginning of the universe. It was like a gentle breeze, silently penetrating into every corner of the continent.

It was once the source of growth for all things. Flowers, plants and trees flourished under its nourishment, and animals were filled with spirituality because of it.

For practitioners, it is like a bright star guiding the path of cultivation, and is the key to their breaking through bottlenecks and improving their strength.

Every time I practice, it’s like dancing with this mysterious power, feeling its rhythm and absorbing its essence.

However, this power is now slipping through people's fingers like sand and disappearing rapidly.

Whether they were cultivators with white hair and rich experience like those in ancient texts, or novices who had just embarked on the path of cultivation and had eyes full of longing, they all discovered in horror that their cultivation had fallen into a desperate situation.

They felt like they were trapped in a sticky swamp. No matter how hard they struggled, they couldn't move forward. Every attempt to break through was like a stone sinking into the sea, with no response at all, leaving only a deep despair spreading in their hearts.

The sky was once so blue and clear, like an endless piece of blue silk, gently covering the earth.

The pure white clouds float in it like clouds, changing their shapes freely, sometimes like galloping horses, sometimes like soaring dragons.

The sun shines down unreservedly, covering everything in the world with a layer of golden glow.

But now, the sky is swallowed by endless darkness, which seems to be pouring out from the deepest black hole in the universe, carrying the momentum to destroy everything.

It was like a surging black wave, rolling in from all directions, spreading rapidly with the force of a tidal wave, ruthlessly crushing the light bit by bit.

The black rain poured down, and the raindrops were no longer crystal clear water droplets, but like cold obsidian, icy and biting.

Every drop of rain that fell was accompanied by a corrosive hissing sound, like the whisper of a demon. The raindrops hit the ground and exploded like cannonballs, splashing black mud.

Under the erosion of raindrops, the hard rock was quickly corroded into black pits of varying sizes and jagged edges. The pits emitted a pungent smell of sulfur and decay, as if it was the smell after the gates of hell were opened.

The soil became muddy under the washing of rain, as if it had been cursed by the devil and exuded the smell of death.

Demons, those evil beings that were originally sealed in the dark corners of the world, were like sharks that smelled blood. Taking advantage of the chaos, they couldn't wait to break free from their restraints.

They swarmed out of bottomless nests underground, which were filled with a pungent stench and a gloomy smell, and the walls were covered with green slime and sharp bone spurs.

The demons have different shapes, some have huge wings with bat-like black leather texture and covered with sharp bone spurs and barbs.

Every flap brought up a black whirlwind, which made a creepy whistling sound as it circled in the sky. The sound was like a sharp blade cutting through glass, which was terrifying.

Some of them were as huge as hills. Every step they took on the ground was like an earthquake. The ground shook violently and deep cracks appeared.

Their bodies seemed to be pieced together from countless rocks and steels, emitting a cold metallic luster. Their skin was covered with strange runes that flashed a dark red light, as if telling of an ancient evil curse.

Others are shaped like ghosts, their bodies illusory and transparent, like wisps of black smoke, quickly moving through the darkness, leaving only blurry afterimages.

Their eyes flash with a faint green light, flickering in the darkness like will-o'-the-wisp, ready to deliver a fatal blow to unsuspecting people at any time. Once touched by them, the soul seems to be frozen.

In the face of this horrific disaster, people can only hide in the only remaining barrier.

These barriers were built by our ancestors with all their efforts and strength. They were once a solid line of defense against foreign enemies, but now they have become people's last refuge.

The barrier was like a series of faintly luminous pearls scattered across this dark continent. Within the barrier, people were crowded together, making the space seem exceptionally cramped.

The air was filled with fear, despair and helplessness, like a thick haze hanging over everyone's heart.

The children hugged their parents tightly, buried their little faces in their parents' arms, their bodies trembling slightly with fear. Their eyes were full of horror, tears welled up in their eye sockets, but they dared not cry out loud.

The women cried softly, their cries suppressed and sad, like a desperate elegy. The men clutched their weapons tightly, which was their last resort, even though they knew that these weapons might be as fragile as toys in the face of such a powerful disaster.

Their eyes revealed reluctance and helplessness as they looked at the world outside the barrier, their hearts filled with fear of an unknown fate.

The world outside was a scene of doom. The earth was like a shattered mirror, with huge cracks crisscrossing it, as if the earth was being torn apart by an invisible giant hand.

Black smoke would occasionally spew out of the cracks. The smoke was as thick as ink, swirling and surging, as if countless ghosts were struggling in it.

The smoke exuded a pungent smell, a mixture of death, decay and evil that made people want to vomit.

The once lush forest disappeared, leaving only charred tree stumps. Those stumps were like black, withered hands reaching towards the sky, silently telling of the past prosperity.

The colorful flowers and fresh green grass seemed to have never existed on this land, leaving only a barren land, as if it had been burned by a fire, with no grass growing.

The entire Mortal Continent is like an abandoned city of death. There is no life, no hope, only endless darkness and the breath of death wandering around.

Tian Yuan's face was filled with worry, his brows furrowed tightly together, forming a deep "chuan" character. His eyes were filled with despair as he gazed at the hellish scene outside the barrier, his lips trembling slightly.

He turned to look at Coach Wang, his voice trembling with tears, and asked, "Coach Wang, what should we do? Without the power of dreams, not only can we not practice, but even basic living will be difficult to maintain."

You see, food is dwindling and water sources are polluted. If this continues, we will all disappear in the long run. We can’t just sit there and wait for death!”

There was a hint of expectation in his eyes, a desire for life. He hoped that Coach Wang could find a way to save everyone, even if it was only a glimmer of hope.

Coach Wang frowned, his forehead covered with sweat, his eyes filled with helplessness and sadness. He sighed deeply, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and said slowly, "Alas, there's nothing I can do.

This disaster is too powerful, beyond our ability to resist. We are like ants, facing this force, unable to resist at all.

Now, we can only leave it to fate. Perhaps this is the fate of the Mortal Continent, and we are powerless to change it.

His eyes became somewhat empty, as if he had already witnessed everyone's tragic end. "But, maybe he will take action... But, can we really wait until that day?"

His voice became lower and lower, almost turning into a murmur, and his eyes were full of confusion and helplessness.